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Leo’s angry growl followed her out of the room.

I met her in the hallway, and she fell into me, burying her face in my chest.

“He’s literally so fucked up,” she said. “You need to call someone in here.”

“Would he even talk to them?” Dempsey asked as a follow-up to her question. “I mean, truly. Would he talk? Because I doubt it. He says all the right things when he’s talking to us. But he doesn’t answer any questions until she’s the one asking them.”

“I’m not asking him anything else,” she said. “Anything else needs to be done by a professional. Because I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“We’ll get a psych eval as soon as we can get it set up,” I said. “But you don’t have to answer any more of his questions. Talk to him. Or ask him questions of your own.”

She shuddered in my arms. “He killed my grandmother.”

“He did.”

“She was trying to convince my parents to let me live with her,” she explained. “That’s why he killed her.”

“It seems that way.” I brushed my lips against her head. “I’m sorry, baby.”

She pulled away and wiped at her eyes. “Does this mean that he’s going to be locked up?”

“Probably,” Dempsey murmured, “but he won’t be in a jail. He’ll be in a psych hospital.”

“Whatever keeps him away from me.” Jessamy shook her head. “Thank you for putting in the work to find the answers about my parents. Without that, we might’ve never gotten here.”

Dempsey smiled. “I’m sorry for treating you so badly. You remind me of someone.”

“Someone that hurt you?” Jessamy asked.

Dempsey nodded at me. “Let him fill you in. There’s only room for one retelling a week, and I wasted it on him.”

With that, she left, tossing a glare at the room still holding Leo as she went.

Gentry joined us in the hallway. “I called Odin in. He’s going to do the initial evaluation. He’ll then recommend him to a real doc, but he’ll have to go to Bozeman for that.” He looked at Jessamy. “You did good, kid.”

Jessamy winked. “You’re telling me I can be an officer like y’all?”

Gentry opened his mouth and then closed it.

Jessamy giggled. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on hanging up my rebel ways. I kind of like it on the dark side.” She turned to me. “I have to seriously get some work done. I’m headed home.”

I hooked an arm around her neck and tugged her to me. “Then let’s get you to your car.”

We got out onto the sidewalk, and I walked her down the road toward where she’d parked—parking downtown was a fucking nightmare. She’d parked in front of The Mercantile, and Vera was outside on the phone, giving whomever it was Jessamy’s license plate number.

“Do you think she’s trying to get it towed?” Jessamy asked.

If I knew Vera—which I did—yes.

Yes, she was definitely about to get it towed.

“You decided to park in front of The Mercantile knowing that she’d do that.”

Jessamy shot me a wicked grin, a gleam in her eyes. “Of course I did.”

I walked her to her car, stole her keys, and opened her door up for her.

“You…” Vera pointed at Jessamy.